Upon our first...
By Chinaza M. D...
Upon our first...
....conversation...there was instantly the desire within my heart, for there to be many more. Like that scene in Star Trek, where Spock was killed...because he had touched the radiation core.
Upon our first...
...meeting... my schedule was instantly rearranged and your card flew to the front of my rolodex. You must ride a broom to work, for I feel as if I dance within a hex...or a spell. But I knew that my soul was forever yours, and no longer available for sale.
Upon our first...
... Kiss... my tongue bragged to my teeth...about you. Your mauve gates welcomed me, until your ivory met my ebony...and we made songs that Stevie could never have penned. Maybe this is the sound the dripping juice made, as it fell from Adam's chin...depicting his very sin.
Upon our first...
... walk...my feet were taken back in time to before the fall of man, where we never walked, but flew w/ soft wings as God led. Your energy is like sacred scriptures written upon eggshells, and I choose to incubate our dreams instead.
I am like he was...just kill me, for I desire not to be free. But I long to be held in this moment until forever gets too old, and a new saga is unleashed.
I want to walk with you until we run out of earth, and yet I smile knowing that our steps will never cease.
Our first is like that first ray of light..after God had looked in the darkness, and spoken
Like the Kings, as they went to see the Christ child...and brought their most valuable tokens Like a new artist, turning on the radio, and hearing their music for the very first time... Or deaf lovers, after they made love...and their passion can only be conveyed by hand signs
Our first is like that...
It's like this...Like that over there...and all of that other
It's like the strength of the father, coupled with the love of the mother
The sound of the baby's steps...at her first attempted try
The orgasm so sweet...that it makes even the man to cry
Our moment reigns among mortals, as if it was a play that was written by Don Juan himself.
Somewhat like that cancer survivor, at hearing that they are now in perfect health
Our first...
So enchanted, so complete...and yet so exsquisite that I am like an addict...demanding more and forever was I hooked
Upon our first...I just knew the search was over, and from that moment...I had resigned to the desire to not look.
I was available to be his... but he would not have me...
For first... things first...
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